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I stared at the circle of light, having witnessed the entire process. My heart ached painfully as I knelt on the ground, looking at the woman before me. I knew she was my mother. And that deceitful man was my father!
My head throbbed, memories of my mother’s final dance flooding my mind. Her movements were so enchanting yet so eerie, replaying in my thoughts over and over, becoming clearer and sharper with each iteration.
The pressure in my head grew unbearable, and suddenly, it felt as if a burst of light exploded within me.
I fainted.
I don’t know how long it was before I slowly opened my eyes again, my head still feeling as if it were stuffed with needles, throbbing painfully.
As my vision cleared, a woman’s face appeared before me. She was beautiful and delicate. I blinked in surprise; it was Liu Yiyi.
“Hmm? Am I dreaming again?” I murmured, closing my eyes again, intending to wake up once more.
“Giggle, Song Fei, are you being silly?” A hand tapped me lightly.
I opened my eyes again, and the woman truly was Liu Yiyi.
I smiled and sat up. “I thought I was dreaming! Yiyi, how did I end up here?”
Liu Yiyi simply smiled without saying a word.
At that moment, a man walked into the room; it was Zhou Dafu.
Seeing that I was awake, Zhou Dafu exclaimed, “Ah! Song Fei, you’re finally awake! You’ve been unconscious for almost a week! If you hadn’t come to by now, we would have had to push you into the Mortuary!”
“Wait? I’ve been out for that long?!” I looked around; this was an Intensive Care Unit. “Where is this? Donghai City? Uncle Zhou, how did you get in touch with Liu Yiyi?”
Zhou Dafu chuckled, "My grandfather and Liu Yiyi's grandfather were good business partners, and Liu Yiyi's father shares similar interests with us. Our families have a great relationship. Back in the ancient city, you used your body to shield against the giant snake, and then it lay right in front of you. I don't know what happened, but after a while, you fainted. Zhou Ping and I carried you out. We took you to the hospital and looked for your family. Just then, I saw a photo on Yiyi's social media, and the person in the photo was you. So, I contacted Liu Yiyi and brought you back to Donghai City."
Zhou Dafu was quick to explain.
I understood the situation now.
I said, "Um, Uncle Zhou, didn’t you see… didn’t you see those images? The light, those images."
Zhou Dafu looked at me curiously, "What light? What images? You shielded yourself from the giant snake. Although we don’t know why it didn’t bite you, Song Fei, you are a lifesaver for both of us."
Upon hearing this, I simply smiled, realizing that the images I had seen before my mother passed away were only visible to me.
That dance…
Suddenly, memories flooded my mind; the most vivid was of my mother dancing just before her death.
Witch! Dance!
The dance of our Witch Clan can communicate with spirits and the underworld; or more accurately, it is a form of language!
In an instant, everything clicked into place as if someone had forcefully shoved a wealth of information into my mind. This was also why I had fainted earlier; the influx of information was overwhelming.
I jumped up from the bed, feeling for any changes within me. Hmm, it seemed like nothing had changed, but at that moment, I was filled with confidence!
Pure confidence!
I had actually mastered the Witch Dance!
This dance was entirely different from any ordinary ritual; moreover, witchcraft wasn’t about randomly harming someone or using disgusting things to cause harm as depicted in stories.
The witchcraft passed down to me by my mother resembled a form of art, a technique akin to Daoist Arts.
Witchcraft is the use of Divine Power or Nether Power to strengthen oneself.
My mother must have been incredibly powerful in her time; she could sink deep into the earth in an instant. I have no doubt that if she hadn't been poisoned, even Jifa's Fifty Thousand Elite Soldiers would not have stood a chance against her alone.
I pressed my hand against my chest, recalling that final scene, my heart aching to the point of breathlessness.
Jifa, my de facto father, had used my mother to locate the Witch Clan and then ruthlessly slaughtered them all!
I began to understand a little more: before the Zhou Dynasty, all emperors and sovereign powers were granted by the Gods.
This is known as the Divine Mandate.
King Zhou of Shang, though brutal, was also a king protected by the Gods; he could act as he pleased.
The Gods could not directly descend to the mortal realm, but they could communicate with the Witch Clan and manipulate the world through their power.
Jifa and Zhou Wuwang had exploited my mother to annihilate all of the Witch Clan, severing the connection between mortals and the Gods. Then, he set fire to the capital of the Shang Dynasty, Zhaoge, unifying everything under his rule.
This is history!
History knows no right or wrong.
Yet my mother was perhaps the most pitiful of all! She was used as a pawn by her own husband, leading to the destruction of her entire clan!
To eradicate the roots!
My fists clenched tighter.
"Song Fei! What's wrong?" Liu Yiyi approached, looking at me.
I smiled at Liu Yiyi and said, "It's nothing, just thinking about some unhappy things. By the way, Yiyi, I'm curious why you posted my photo on your social media. I need to see what kind of photo you posted."
Liu Yiyi's face turned red instantly as she quickly grabbed my phone. "Song Fei, don't get too smug! Let me tell you, when I saw you being taken away by those strange people, I thought you were going to die! I just posted a few of your posthumous photos on my social media."
I was momentarily speechless.
At that moment, Zhou Dafu, who was standing nearby, chuckled and said, "Oh, so those photos of two people traveling together are called posthumous photos? Honestly, Yiyi, if those weren't posthumous photos, I would have thought they were couple photos!"
"Uncle Zhou! Can you not make things worse?" Liu Yiyi said with a flushed face as she lowered her head and walked outside.
Zhou Dafu laughed heartily and then walked over to me, patting my shoulder. "Song Fei, cherish this! My dear niece is truly a good woman. I never expected you to catch her attention. Haha!"
I laughed too, feeling an overwhelming surge of confidence!
I could sense that in this game that had spanned three thousand years, I would definitely emerge victorious!
Before this, when I encountered those Yin Yaos, despair was all I felt. After all, I was just an ordinary person—someone who could see ghosts, wasn't afraid of Corpse Poison, and could use Talismans! Perhaps for an average person, that was already impressive. But facing Yin Yaos and the three-thousand-year scheme laid out by Lady Jiang for my mother, along with Zhou Wuwang's ambitions—it simply wasn't enough!
In the past, I could only rely on Su Mingyue. I knew she was powerful, but she couldn't protect me at all times. Moreover, I sensed that Su Mingyue didn't care about my life or death; she cared more about me as a person. Perhaps I was merely a key to her. And clearly, Su Mingyue had her own objectives!
Now that I had mastered Witch Dance, I needed to become stronger!
I took out my phone and checked the date: it was August 20th. The Mid-Autumn Festival was on October 13th—less than two months away.
Previously, I had been thinking about how to safely get through this period until Su Mingyue arrived. But now, I was considering how to use this time to strengthen myself as much as possible!
Witch Dance is about harnessing the power of the Gods and the underworld to strengthen oneself.
I want to communicate with these powers!
I sat on the hospital bed, deep in thought when Liu Yiyi walked in, holding a stack of papers. "Hey, Song Fei, it's time to be discharged."
I turned to look at Liu Yiyi and smiled proudly. Even for this woman, I had to survive!
I got up, changed my clothes, and then headed to the café with Liu Yiyi.
Upon arriving at the café, I was surprised to find it packed with customers. I paused for a moment. "Huh? What's going on here?"
Liu Yiyi laughed. "Well, it's not surprising. The new semester just started, and that woman you hired, Zhang Yuru, beat up an instructor during the first military training session. Ever since then, your café has become famous overnight. All the freshmen in military training treat this café as a sacred place to drink coffee!"
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